#switch!alastor

[justaticklishdeer]

Off the Air

some fluffy radiostatic before they broke terms or friendship or whatever word count: just under 4.3k

tw/cws: tickling, a little swearing (that's all I can think of)

switch vox, switch alastor

It was a late night up in the Vee Tower. Alastor and Vox were laying on the floor, papers and notebooks laid in front of them. Alastor was laughing because of some stupid joke Vox had made. Vox smiles fondly at him. The deer had the purest, most wholesome laughter. He could get used to it. Moonlight filtered through the window in the corner of the room, bathing the two in a soft, silvery glow. Vox's screen brightness turned down a little. 

Alastor scribbles something down on a paper, sketching out a messy building in his own unique style. Vox watched intently as Alastor drew a somewhat scribbly radio setup, complete with a microphone for both him and Vox. 'Look! See, you'd broadcast here, and then I could joke with you--it could be like--like a talk show!' Alastor's talking was over excited and hyper.

Vox simply smiled at him, all fond. He pointed to a certain spot on the radio, playfully stealing Alastor's pencil and drawing a bench on the paper. "So we can sit.'

"No, no, you draw it like this--' Alastor took Vox's hand, guiding the movements into drawing it properly. He would playfully swat Vox when the other wouldn't cooperate with him. 'Hold your hand still--Vox! Quit it.' Alastor finished 'drawing' it--well, assisting--then sat back with a smile. He picked up a paper of a rough sketch that he thought looked bad, crumpled it up, and threw it across the room. It bounced off Alastor's coat that was hanging off a chair. Alastor rolled his eyes and went back to his other sketch.

Vox leaned over to stare at the sketch. He stared at the way Alastor’s hands moved when he did his little drawings and wrote things. It was almost…attractive. Alastor hadn’t noticed his friend staring yet. Vox had no idea why Alastor had such a hold on him like this. He had never felt so pulled to someone. Alastor glanced back at him, rolling his eyes fondly. He knew how stupidly infatuated Vox seemed to be with him. It always amused the deer just to play into Vox’s odd staring spells. 

‘Vox. Vox! Vox, are you even–’ Alastor chucks a pencil at the television demon, snorting when it hits and bounces off Vox’s antenna. ‘I–what? Oh! Right, yes, I am.’ Vox snaps out of his trance. Scooting so he could be right next to Alastor. He felt his screen heat up a little, probably showing off a light blue blush. 

‘What even goes on in this stupid head of yours?’ Alastor asks, putting both hands on either side of Vox’s box-like television head. He giggles to himself when he achieves the goal of getting Vox more flustered. ‘You–you’d be surprised, Alastor. I can actually, you know, come up with plans,’ he answers. Alastor shakes his head with an exasperated look, shoving Vox playfully. 

He sat back to take his boots off, revealing deer hooves. Alastor placed the boots next to the chair that had his jacket hanging from it. The Radio Demon sat back down on the floor in a kneeling position over all the sketches and notebooks. He didn’t see Vox move at all, so he assumed he was still ‘recovering’ from the playful push.

But Vox? He was utterly fascinated by the hooves that were revealed. The fur around them was a dark ebony, meanwhile the hooves and dewclaws themselves were a crimson red. His eyes fixated on the rough-looking texture of the hooves contrasted with the soft fur around them. He just wanted to reach over and dig his claws into the fur and pet the hooves and make Alastor all flustered. That would show him.

Although he doubted that would ever happen.

Alastor noticed the staring and shifted his weight so he could pull his legs underneath him to better hide the hooves. ‘Don’t stare like that. They aren’t all that special. I’m sure some other demon around here has them too.’ He could almost feel Vox’s smile directed at him. ‘Vox. I am so serious right now, if you think they’re some kind of thing to idolize, you’re a bit insane in the head, my friend.’

Vox looked bewildered at the almost irritated tone in Alastor’s voice. “What? No no no, they’re pretty! The way the fur looks! Hooves are so cute for such a scary little demon like you!’ He slips a bit of baby talk into the end of the sentence, making Alastor snort. 

“Most demons have them, Vox.’

“I know. But yours are pretty.’ Vox frowns a little at Alastor’s seemingly self-deprecating tone. ‘The hooves make me feel like some innocent creature trying to be more than something he actually is.’ 

‘That’s not–no. The hooves help you be more powerful in a way–I’m sure the deer traits account to being able to move quickly and efficiently.’ Alastor looks at him with a slight nod. ‘I suppose. You’re too kind, Vox.’ Alastor goes back to the sketch. Vox leaned in as if to hug him, but instead earned another playful shove. Instead of just taking it, Vox lunges at Alastor and tackles him. The two go tumbling down in a fit of laughter and playful insults. 

The pencil cluttered from Alastor’s hand as they wrestled. Vox stares down at how giggly Alastor had gotten. Clearly the deer wasn’t used to being able to be playful around someone. He gazes down at how adorable the fawn looked. A genuine smile on his face for once. Alastor struggles to push Vox off, then his wrists get pinned above his head. 

A nervous laugh escapes him, and it luckily went unnoticed by the absolute buffoon on top of him. Vox cooed and scratched gently under Alastor’s chin just to tease and mess with him. Alastor giggled softly, and could feel the deer tail underneath him trying to wag. Another thing that went unnoticed by Vox. Alastor managed to yank a hand out of Vox’s grip and grabbed Vox’s arm in a slight panic.

‘Awh, what’s the matter? Can’t handle that I’m in control?’ Vox gently grabbed Alastor’s face to make the deer have eye contact with him. Vox laughs and teases Alastor as he notices a light pink spreading across Alastor’s cheeks. ‘Is someone a nervous little buck? Hm?’ Vox made a television static noise as Alastor mustered up the strength to shove him off. ‘You are insufferable.’ Alastor sat back down near his sketches.

‘And you’re the one who chose to come up and hang out with me to draw little pictures because you got bored,’ Vox shot back. Alastor mutters some insult under his breath, then quips, ‘And sometimes I wonder why I even made that decision to begin with. They also aren’t just little pictures. They are sketches for a radio tower plan–like a talk show! We’ll broadcast all over hell and we could do insane little things, like killing demons, getting souls sold to us, or just…talking, I suppose.’

One of Alastor’s shadowy tendrils retrieved the pencil back to his hand. He went back to adjusting the bench drawn earlier. Alastor felt a certain someone lean on him from behind, arms wrapping around him. Essentially a hug from behind. Claws settled on his stomach and he involuntarily tensed up. Flinching a little. 

Vox interpreted the flinch as pain, so moved his hands up to Alastor’s sides. Same reaction, so he settled for just leaning on Alastor and having his hands leaning on the floor instead. An odd position, but it worked. Alastor was just happy Vox was a bit too dense to connect the dots that the flinches meant he was ticklish. Vox teased him, ‘You’re so tense. Are you sure you don’t need a massage or something?’

He reaches up to massage Alastor's shoulders, earning another flustered squeak and denial of needing it. ‘Stop it! You are something else, I swear.’ He labels the things in the sketch–a microphone, bench, all the dials, and then adds the minor details. ‘I need–oh! Thank you.’ Vox seemed to have read his mind as he was handed a pen to ink over the pencil sketch. 

Vox looked up at Alastor’s deer ear. Scritching it gently just to see what kind of reaction he could pull from him this time. The squeak that came from the little buck was absolutely priceless. Alastor scrambles back as Vox stands up with a shit eating grin. The radio host squeaks again. It was so uncharacteristic of him. ‘Al. Why are you being so skittish?’ Vox asks–both teasing and genuine. 

Alastor stared back in amusement and bewilderment. ‘You could be trying to attack me! Hurt me! I don’t know of your twisted intentions, and I never know what you plan to do to me, you absolute buffoon!’ Vox noticed Alastor kept a certain distance from him. He knelt down. Staring and being all fond toward the nervous deer. After a moment, Alastor stood up, hooves clicking on the hardwood floor as he sat back down. 

His hooves were on full display. He hadn’t tucked them underneath him. Vox approaches with a sort of caution to him. It was more of a fascinated child, though. He wanted so badly to reach out and touch the hooves. Surely a little prod couldn’t be too harmless? There was the risk of the deer deciding to quite literally murder him. It was worth the risk. 

Vox reached over and took one of Alastor’s hooves in his hand. Alastor whips around, half rolling as he pulls his leg back. Vox keeps a firm but loving hold. ‘What? I can’t admire these pretty little hooves?’ He drags a glowing claw down the hoof, earning a choked noise. Alastor kicks, nearly making contact with Vox’s head. Vox catches his leg, holding both of them down. Alastor manages to hold composure, simply staring at Vox in both confusion and annoyance.

‘Let go.’ Alastor pulls his legs back somewhat–Vox lets him. ‘But why? I’m simply studying how they look.’ A claw scratches at the split in Alastor’s hoof. The deer lets out a strangled noise and fully yanks his hooves from the grasp of the mildly irritating demon. ‘Would you quit that?’ Alastor hisses. More playful than anything. 

Vox felt a jab to the ribs. He squeaks softly and scoots back. Alastor smiles, setting the pencil down on his sketch. ‘Are you–’ ‘No!” Alastor climbed on top of Vox. Who instantly began to blush from the close proximity. ‘I think you are.’ 

Vox tried to play innocent. ‘I’m…what? You’re sitting—you’re on me like I did something wrong. I simply squeaked, it’s a perfectly normal reaction when sta–hahahartled!--’ Vox giggles hard as Alastor drags claws down his ribs. He hadn’t expected for Alastor to actually continue. He was going more for him just ignoring the squeak. ‘Just like it’s a perfectly normal reaction to giggle like a young teenager when I poke at you?’

Vox snorts and turns to the side. ‘Shuhut uhup! I’m–nohot giggling!” Alastor rolls his eyes, slowly pushing Vox’s shirt up to expose luminescent, shark gill-like markings on his ribs. Lower ribs, that is. Vox made a noise of surprise. Alastor curiously slid his claws down the markings, earning strangled giggles from the television beneath him.

Vox squirms, trying to get the deer off of him. Although, he wasn’t entirely against Alastor’s claws on his body. Another embarrassing noise escaped him and he managed to roll onto his side a bit. Alastor laughs softly, leaning down to tease him. ‘What’s the matter? Are you ticklish? You’ve never told me! Tickle tickle tickle! Oh, what’s the matter, can’t handle a few claws on your sides?’ Vox laughs loud, then tries to squirm away. Alastor rolls his eyes and sits half across Vox’s back. ‘You really are insufferable. And stubborn.’ 

Vox snorts and giggles hard. “Gehehet off of mehehe!’ Alastor smiles down at him teasingly. “I don’t think I will. I want to test something.’ He tickles down Vox’s sides and waist, making the other jerk away from the touches. Alastor’s hands simply followed the movements so it wasn’t very effective to squirm. Vox snickered as Alastor drilled into his hips. Right on the sides of them. ‘Stahahap it! Awahahay–from thehehere!’ ‘Away from where? Your ticklish little hips?’

Vox makes a screeching noise, his screen glitching out for a moment. ‘Ahah–Ahalastor!’ Vox lazily–but effectively–rolls onto his back. Alastor grunts softly, struggling for a moment to pull his hands out from under Vox. ‘You are such a pest.’ The deer wrestles him back into a relatively restrained position, spidering his claws over Vox’s stomach. Vox squeals and thrashes, arching his back and falling back onto the floor with a cackle. ‘Ahaha–ahah–aHAHALASTOR!’ 

Alastor struggled to stay on top of the struggling demon. ‘Hold–still! Please. It’d make this a lot easier for myself!” Vox protests, flopping weakly onto his side and curling up into a little defensive ball. Alastor sighs softly and scribbles down his exposed sides. ‘Honestly, you’d think you’d have learned not to try to struggle. It really doesn’t get you anywhere.’ 

Vox giggled frantically. Alastor drills into his hips again which earned himself a startled laugh. ‘Okahahay! Gehehet awahahay from mehehe!’ Alastor shakes his head, teasing, ‘Oh, no, my dearest Vox. You don’t get to tell me to get away when I’ve barely started my fun!’ Alastor digs his claws into Vox’s ribs, loving the way the other’s body jerked and static ran through his body. ‘Fa–AHACK!’ “Language!” Alastor gasps in mock offense, squeezing Vox���s hips, earning a startled yelp.

‘I’m nohohoht–t-t-trying to swHEhear!’ Vox protests, flipping onto his side. Alastor took the opportunity to attack Vox’s openly vulnerable ribs, tickling up and down the ribcage. Vox shrieks and goes to grab Alastor. Alastor grabs the wrist that shot toward him and pulls it up above Vox’s head. He leans down to nibble along Vox’s ribs, making the poor demon glitch out for a minute. ‘Aha-AHA–A–Alastohor!’ 

He yanks his arm out of Alastor’s grip, then goes onto his back again. ‘Stahahap ihihit! Thehere is noho need to haharrass-’ 

“Oh, my dear, but there is! You see, you were being quite a nuisance to me so I took it upon myself to tickle it out of you!’ Alastor scribbles along Vox’s waist then his stomach, watching as the television squirmed beneath him. Vox giggled harder at the stupid teasing. 

He reaches a hand up to paw at Alastor, grazing against the deer’s ribs. Alastor instantly stopped the tickling, his body flinching away in the slightest of motions. Of course, Vox just had to notice it. Alastor scrambles backward, already having his smile wider. ‘Vox.’

‘Oh, Alastor…’ 

‘What?’ The deer glared at him. Honestly, the last thing he needed was this pest discovering he was ticklish. Alastor stands up, his hooves clicking slightly. Alastor’s ears twitched ever so slightly–both from nervousness and anticipation. Vox stood up as well, his eyes glancing at Alastor’s ears for a brief moment before he stepped forward. Alastor could feel his tail start to wag–he knew what was coming.

‘Are you ticklish?’ 

‘No!’ 

Vox lunges toward the deer. Alastor didn’t even have time to react. He felt himself be half pulled to Vox, but to be dramatic he threw himself back so Vox fell onto the floor. Vox grunted softly and chuckled low. ‘You know Al, you make this worse for yourself. Because I can just..’ Vox slowly raises Alastor’s arms above his head. He could see the way the little buck squirmed and already started giggling. It made him wonder if someone else did this to Alastor. He hooked Alastor’s arms under his own to make it somewhat easier to use his hands freely. Alastor hissed some protest, but it was ignored. 

Vox places his claws on Alastor’s sides, noting the sharp intake of breath from the other. Alastor squirmed slightly again. He barely started to trace little shapes. Vox noticed the way Alastor’s entire body tensed and the way he was shaking in his grip.

’Awh, is the buck ticklish?’ Alastor shook his head, refusing to even talk for fear he’d let giggles slip out. Vox’s claws drag an agonizingly slow line down the buck’s waist and sides, then back up to the starting point and down again. Alastor actually relaxed because it felt relatively comforting, then Vox’s claws started to wiggle and twitch slightly as the path continued. Alastor squirms with a breathy little giggle. ‘V–Vox. Stop-!’ 

Vox smirks at this, murmuring, “I don’t think I will. You’re ticklish. Don’t even try to hide it, little fawn.’ Alastor blushes at the stupid nickname–he was more used to Rosie calling him pet names, but he would tolerate it from Vox, he supposed. Alastor felt the claws get more insistent, pausing at spots to wriggle and scratch lightly. Alastor’s squirming got more prominent. 

Vox grinned down at the deer as he watched him squirm. God, he was adorable. And based on the reactions from the light tickles, he had a feeling the other was stupidly ticklish. Alastor arched away from the scritching as it got to his lower ribs. ‘S–Stop–stop it-!’ Vox laughed softly, deliberately massaging nice and slow onto the area. “Honestly, you need to stop saying you aren’t ticklish. It’s so stupidly obvious. Have you been tickled before?’ Vox asks as he moves up a rib, noting the squeak and trembling of Alastor’s body as the buck tries to hold in laughter.

Yeah, that would break soon. 

‘You’re not ticklish, huh? Then what is all this effort to hold in laughter for? Because if you weren’t ticklish, you wouldn’t be this tense and shaky about all of it.’ 

It was amusing to the television demon how Alastor was absolutely refusing to laugh–after all, wasn’t it supposed to be part of the whole radio host's charming persona? Alastor’s ears flick and flatten as Vox keeps moving at an agonizingly slow pace up his ribcage. Claws slowly tickling and massaging at the ribs and spaces between. Alastor inhaled sharply, hooves kicking and digging into the floor as a low giggle escaped. 

‘Oh, there you go, baby buck. Just laugh it all out, c’mon. I’m sure your giggles and laughs are the most precious thing ever, aren’t they? You just wanted someone to tickle you silly this whole time, didn’t you?” Vox teased, leaning close to the deer ear. He didn’t miss the soft squeak and the way Alastor instantly went to try to hide his face. God, he was adorable. Vox could do this all day if he wanted to. He gets a little rougher with the tickles, starting to deliberately scritch at his waist at a quicker pace. Alastor’s breathing got more frantic, his body trembling with the effort of keeping the giggles in. 

But where was the fun in tickling someone who refused to laugh?

Vox rolls his eyes, then darts under Alastor’s arms. That finally got through. Alastor burst into static filled laughter. ‘Gehehet–yohohour filthy clahahahaws off of mehehe!’ 

‘Oh. My. God! You are just a preciously ticklish fawn! Yes you are! Yes you are!~’ His hand shot down to pinch at Alastor’s hip, making the Radio Demon squeak and make a poor attempt at curling himself into a little ball of pure giddiness. ‘Stahap–Stahahap it!’ He yanked his arms out of the odd position they were in, squirming himself out of Vox’s lap then grabbing the other demon’s wrists. Vox noted there was absolutely no effort made to push him away. ‘Stop what? You’re going to have to tell me.’ 

With Alastor still clinging to his wrists, Vox darts down to Alastor’s stomach, vibrating his claws rapidly across it. Alastor let out an ungodly screech, before kicking his legs up with a bright laugh. ‘I cahahan’t–dohohon’t!’ Vox wasn’t that stupid. He knew Alastor probably wanted this, needed this, in fact.

The buck had been too tense lately, too stuck up and all attitude with him. It was satisfying to knock down the untouchable demon’s ego down a few pegs. He loved the flustered scarlet blush across Alastor’s cheeks, the way Alastor was squirming beneath him, and the way that Alastor wasn’t even making a strong effort to get away. He slipped his claws under Alastor’s vest and shirt. 

Alastor shrieked and actually made an attempt to get away. ‘Ah, ah, ah. RIght here.’ Vox slipped his hands to the soft fur of Alastor’s stomach, getting to the soft skin beneath all the fluff. Alastor’s laughter went up a pitch, getting frantic. He finally let go of Vox’s wrists, quickly flipping himself onto his stomach. It was both so he didn’t have to look at Vox, and so Vox couldn’t access his stomach as easily. Vox sighed in mock disappointment. ‘Oh, now how am I supposed to tickle you?’ Alastor growled softly, ‘You aren’t supposed to. Thahat’s the pohoint.’ Residual giggles still coming from the poor thing. 

‘Hm. I disagree with that. Because to me, it seems like you need this. Honestly, it’s nice to see you finally knocked down a few pegs,’ Vox says with a smug grin. Alastor turns his head to the side enough to glare at Vox. ‘It is n–ohHOHOT!?” He jerked as Vox’s claws spider across his upper back. Stupidly ticklish. ‘Gehet ohoff!” Alastor squeaks. Vox finally noticed the wagging deer tail. Holy hell. 

‘Awh, look at this thing! It’s wagging! You really do enjoy this, don’t you?’ Vox reaches down, sliding a claw down the tail, scritching slightly. A high pitched, nonhuman noise left Alastor’s mouth. Resulting in a hand quickly covering Alastor’s mouth. 

‘Did you just–was that a bleat? Like a fawn!?’ 

Alastor buried his face into the floor in sheer embarrassment, refusing to acknowledge Vox’s question. He felt light blue claws scribble up the backs of his fluffy deer ears. He bleated again and flipped right onto his back, grabbing Vox’s forearms this time. “I swehear to all of Hehell! If you dohon’t get off mehehe–!’ Vox moved his hands to right behind Alastor’s ears��since the deer was still gripping onto him, that left his underarms completely vulnerable to an attack.

As he darted his hands under Alastor’s arms again, he asked him, ‘Tell me what’s making you laugh so much. DId I say something funny?’ Alastor shrieked and hyperventilated for just a brief moment to try and get his laughter back to a reasonable volume. That hope was lost rather quickly as Vox skittered back down to his stomach. Wild laughter spilled out. An adorable bleat as Vox found Alastor’s navel through the thin fabric of his shirt. 

‘You’re really too ticklish for your own good. Imagine if an enemy tried to fight you and they just grazed your side. I mean, really!’ 

Vox notices the kicking hooves. Before he let up on the tickling, it came to mind he had one last spot he would love to try. ‘Say, Al,’ he started, letting go of the deer and allowing him to catch his breath, ‘are hooves sensitive at all?’ Alastor’s ears perk right up then flatten as his eyes widen. Although, he didn’t move away at all. “Well, no-’ 

‘Yeah, you’re lying,’ Vox laughs, pouncing onto Alastor in one swift movement. Vox sits on Alastor’s calves, facing his hooves. He heard a whine of anticipation from the demon underneath him. Alastor giggled as Vox traced a claw down the hoof. Then down the split in the hoof, scritching lightly. He looked back and noticed how Alastor was covering his face with his hands and giggling silently. He could feel Alastor’s legs trying to kick, but they couldn’t with the way Vox was seated on top of them. 

‘Awh, just a ticklish little fawn, just wanting his hooves tickled so badly, yes, I can hear you!’ Vox teases. He noticed a little patch of fur between Al’s hoof and dewclaw. He curiously put a single claw on the area and scribbled ever so lightly. The laugh that came from Alastor was completely unfiltered. Genuine. No static to hide it. “PLEHEHEASE! F–FAHAHACK–VAHAOX!” Alastor screeches and tries to grab for him unsuccessfully. Vox uses one hand on each hoof in the specific area, and as soon as Alastor’s laughter goes silent, he finally climbs off of him. 

Giving him a minute to breathe, Vox laughs softly. ‘You really are stupidly ticklish.’ 

‘You. Are not going to live. To see the next–’ Alastor starts, but is cut off by Vox snickering. ‘Yeah, tell me all about it. Your tail wagging and the way you didn’t even try to push me off? Precious as hell. You wanted that.’ 

Alastor huffs in mild offense and embarrassment. He hated when people pointed out he never tried to fight them all too much when he was tickled. Vox stands up and grabs a bottle of water for the deer. After giving him a glare, Alastor takes it gratefully. ‘You better buy me food after all this.’ 

Vox tosses a blanket at Alastor, chuckling as it drapes over his head. Alastor squeaked indignantly, standing up and throwing the blanket to the side. Vox teleports through a camera off to the side then comes back in a moment. He held out a large plate of raw venison. ‘Here.’ 

"Was that camera recording?” Alastor asks warily. ‘No, it wasn’t,’ Vox assures him. Alastor hums in satisfaction, then smiles at the raw venison. ‘You do know how to spoil a man,’ he teases, making Vox smile.

‘Do you think we could become a large radio broadcast partnership?” Vox asks him, genuine and curious. Alastor smiles at him, taking a bite of the meat. He nodded slightly. ‘I do think we could grow to become something big. Our friendship could grow as well.’ 

Oh, how that would change in the coming years. 

[slimeylee]

📻 🌹|| she's bound to pass the test , as princess of hell ! like her daddy , she is madly power-fell ! ♪ /lyr

♡ switch ! alastor ( he / it ) switch ! rosie ( she / it )

[ this is a SFW tickle fic . NSFW DNI / DNF ]

-- warnings >> mouth tickles

..... 861 words , 5,637 characters

I'm a Cannibal , It's What I do

Alastor and Rosie sat besides each other , sipping tea and laughing . Rosie had been talking about a situation that she ran into earlier that day . " You should've seen her face , Alastor . I mean , it was hilarious ! " Rosie took a sip of its tea .

" Ohh , you and your humour ! " Alastor elbowed Rosie playfully in the ribs , earning a small squeak . Alastor glared at her , his smile growing wide . She could tell it was a genuine , mischievous smirk and that he was up to no good . " Alastor , don't you dare . I see that look in your eyes ! " Rosie exclaimed, backing away .

" Ohohoho , but I do believe I must examine why you made such a sound , my dear ! You're not hurt , are you ? Pehaps I should check ... " Alastor crawled toward Rosie , a nervous smirk on her face as she scooted away . " Now now , Alastor , there's really no need . I'm fINE !- " Rosie yelped as Alastor tackled her down . It sat on her waist , smirking evilly down at her .

" Now , Rosie , don't worry ! I'll be very careful , " Alastor teased , knowing that Rosie reacted a lot more to gentle tickles over rough tickles . It began counting Rosie's ribs , gently sliding along them . " One ... " Rosie immediately started giggling softly , swatting at Alastor's hands . " Two ... three .. Rosiee ~ I can't make sure you have all your ribs while you're smacking my hands , dear ! Oh , now where was I ? " Alastor teased , ' forgetting ' what number he was at .

" Alahastor , don't play redihiculous , yohou were at three - " Rosie's laughed softly , it's cheeks turned pink . " Oh , but how could I be so sure ? I think it's only safe for me to restart ... don't want to miss any now ! Let's see ... one .. two .. " Alastor's fingers trailed down Rosie's ribs . " YoHOhou're soho mean , Ahahalastor ! " Rosie squawked at the sensations , chuckling brightly . " Your laughter is music to my ears , darling ! Three ... four .. five , " Alastor continued , placing teases in between his counting .

After Alastor finished counting one side , he scribbled in between Rosie's bottom ribs . Rosie squealed , laughing as she gently bucked her hips . Alastor then began counting Rosie's other set of ribs . It couldn't help but gently squirm beneath Alastor , giggling and sucking in it's stomach . " You're doing so good , Rosie ... almost doone ! 17 , 18 , 19 .. " Alastor's finger continued to trail down Rosie's ribs . " 22 ... 23 ... and 24 . Wonderful ! You still have all of your ribs , sweetheart . But I do need to make sure they aren't broken . " Alastor said , bringing his head down .

" Oh , Alastor , don't you dare ! NononoNOHOHO ! " Rosie cackled out , throwing its head back . Alastor had begun nibbling Rosie's ribs . " Does this hurt , dear ? " Alastor asked , his smile growing wider . " NOHAHA! Ahahal! Ihit dohoesn't huhurt ! Ihi'm fine ! " Rosie bucked her hips , squirming . " How marvelous , dear . But oh , I am rather hungry at the moment ... " Alastor grinned , leaning down and nibbling all along Rosie's ribs .

" AHAHAlastor ! Noho nihihihibbling ! Ahahaha ! " Rosie whined , squirming desperately beneath Alastor . " I'm a cannibal , dear , it's what I do ! " Alastor exclaimed . Through her laughter , Rosie scoffed . " Wehehehell , you wanna know somethihin' ahabout me ? I'm a cahahannibal too ! " It immediately started to fight back .

The two laughed as their playful fighting went , before Rosie got the high ground after a bit of struggling . " You're not going to get away with that without a bit of revenge ! " Rosie smirked , before she leaned down and immediately nibbled Alastor's ribs . The deer threw his head back with a cackle . " AHAHA ! Rohohosie , nahaha ! " He chuckled , arching its back gently as Rosie nibbled over each of its ribs .

" What's the matter , sweetheart ? Can't take what'cha dish out ? " Rosie smirked , scribbling her nails in between Alastor's ribs as he laughed freely . " Nohohoho ! Rohohosie , plehease ! " Alastor pleaded , his grin wide on his face . Rosie shook her head . " Oh , Alastor , such a sensitive thing you are ! I just love ya laughter and your big grin . " Rosie complimented , a big smile on her own face as Alastor's cheeks began to tint a gentle pink .

Rosie leaned her head back down and nibbled Alastor's ribs . It let out a deep squeal , squirming beneath Rosie as it cackled . " Ahaha ! Rohohosie ! " He snorted . " Hey , I'm a cannibal , it's what I do ! " Rosie repeated Alastor's words , smirking as she unbuttoned his coat . Alastor glared down , its eyes widened . " I know what you're doing !- Rosie , no ! I don't - AHAHAHA ! " Alastor cackled , throwing his head back . Rosie had lifted up Alastor's dress shirt underneath his coat , blowing a raspberry directly over his ribs . " ROHOHOsie ! I gihive ! Stohohop PLEHehease , dear ! " Alastor giggled , squirming beneath Rosie .

It lifted its head from his ribs , smirking . She crawled off of him , letting him catch his breath . " That was rather fun . I enjoy spending time with ya , Alastor . " Rosie smiled , sitting to the side of it . Alastor sat up , " Ah , me too , dear . I truly wish we'd see each other more often . " He smiled softly , looking over at Rosie .

" Well , if ya ever pass through this place again , we must catch up on some more chatting . And rib eating ! " The two cannibals laughed , before standing up .

" I'll see ya later , Al . Thanks for stopping by ! " Rosie exclaimed , kissing Alastor on both cheeks . She gave him a hug , before walking him out the door .

[ticklishbeans4]

I saw your requests open and wanted to ask is you could write a fic for Lee!Vox and Ler!Alastor? I don’t really have any idea for a plot, so I’ll leave that up to you if you feel like writing this!

So! I got these two asks and decided to combine them! And the drabble turned into... more than a drabble XD so I hope you like it!

“Stohohohohop!” Alastor squealed as he wiggled and kicked under Vox’s claws, his hooves clicking together happily.

“You don’t want me to stop ya goof~” Vox replied teasingly, his sparking claws turning the oh so feared Radio Demon, into a mess of giggles and deer barks.

Honestly it was adorable how easily the man came undone under his touch. A slide of a claw across his belly had him nearly doubling over, blowing gently into his ear made him squeal, and forget ever trying to give him a hoof massage! Vox tried once and got a broken screen out of it, though it was a great lesson in properly restraining the man when he tried to tickle him in the future. Like right now!

He was sat upon Alastors arms, pinning them above his head. He could kick and wiggle all he liked now, but he wasn’t going anywhere! His claws were making a mess of him, one was scribbling and tasering into his underarm, the other was poking and prodding at his ribs in a random staccato that produced a beautiful symphony of cackles. The best part about it all though? He knew Alastor was loving every second of this. It’s why he wasn’t really trying to escape. They both knew if the deer really wanted, he could simply teleport out or use his shadow tendrils to pull Vox off him, plus, he could read his friend well enough to know when he’d had enough, and he wasn’t a total dick, he understood boundaries. And when it came to Alastor, especially with touch, there were a LOT of boundaries.

Still, he happily carried on, digging into Alastors fluffy belly with both hands, making him shriek and buck wildly under him. God this was fun! He was having such a good time right now! “Tickle tickle tickle~ Awww does someone love his tickles? Oh yes you do! Yes you do!” he teased, knowing how much baby talking flustered the deer. “Who’s a ticklish little fawn? You are! Oh yes you are!”

“SHUT UHUHUP!” he cackled in reply, his filter cutting in and out as he laughed, like it always did. It was like he couldn’t decide if he liked it or not, but Vox knew he did, otherwise he wouldn’t have ever allowed this to happen.

Unfortunately for Vox, Alastor was a sneaky bitch. And before he knew it, Vox was dangling by his underarms in the air, Alastors tendrils having snuck up behind him. “Hey! No fair! Let me down!”

Alastor let himself breath for a moment, the residual giggles fading like static in the air. “Goodness! What a rush! I can’t simply let you go now! You have to experience the same joy and laughter I did! It’s only fair my dear friend!”

Shit. Well, he supposed it was only a matter of time before the tables turned on him. “W-Wahahahit! Hold on!” he giggled, already a mess of nerves before Alastor even touched him. “W-We can t-talk about thihihis right? We’re both c-civilized gentlemen! Right?”

“We can be civilized when we go outside, when it’s just us two, I think it’s ok to be a little rowdy!” he smirked back in reply, his claws wiggling as they slowly drew closer to Vox’s sides.

Vox couldn’t stop the nervous anticipatory giggles that poured from his lips. It was always the build up that got to him the most, knowing that any moment he could strike, and Alastor was never one to do what was expected, so those claws could be going anywhere! It made his whole body feel like phantom fingers were wiggling into his ticklish spots just imagining what his friend was planning.

It was then that he was thrown a curveball, a tendril swiped the back panel of his head. The result was immediate, fuzzy static covered his screen before he squealed and jerked his head away. That was very much a new spot! He didn’t know that place was even ticklish!

“What a fun little discovery! I can’t wait to see what other surprises you hold my friend~” Alastor purred, a tendril swiping back and forth over the new tickle spot, making him squeal and cackle wildly, his voice cutting in and out, like he was losing signal. And honestly? He loved it! He had a hard time admitting it, but he loved this shit almost as much as Al did!

“AHAHAHAHAHA! SHIHIHIHIT!” he cackled, kicking and twisting about, till Alastor caught his ankle and swiftly popped off his shoe. “WAHAHAHAIT NO! DOHOHON’T!”

Alastor just chuckled, examining the appendage, it wasn’t a hoof or a human-like foot… it was a computer mouse. “How very odd! What happens when I…” he experimentally rolled the ball at the underside of the mouse, earning a loud laughing shriek from Vox, “My my! Such a sensitive little spot! You certainly have a lot of those!”

Vox could tell, this was gonna be a long, and very fun, day.

[cozy-cinnamon-roll]

CORRECTION: A masterpiece in THREE parts!!!

Radio Waves - Part 3

Summary - After his last encounter with Alastor, Vox finds himself experiencing strange feelings that won't go away. He knows there’s only one demon who can help him, so Vox decides to pay him a visit.

Word Count - 2500

-

Vox was in his surveillance room, surrounded by walls filled with screens, displaying footage from his many cameras throughout the Pride Ring. 

Vox, however, was preoccupied with his thoughts. Alastor had snuck into the V Tower a week ago and, ever since, Vox found himself unable to stop thinking about their encounter. He kept thinking about Alastor’s wiggling fingers, digging into his ribs. The uncontrollable laughter that the sensations drew from Vox. The way Alastor teased him and how his words managed to intensify the feelings. Vox was craving more, and that craving was increasingly invading his mind.

When Velvette had snuck up behind Vox, wrapping her arm around his waist and pulling him close for a selfie, Vox flushed, thinking it was a surprise attack. When Valentino pulled Vox in close to cuddle, he was certain that he was about to be wrecked with tickles, but no such luck.

He’s cursed me with his disease, Vox thought to himself, as he paced around the room.

There was only one way for Vox to get these thoughts to stop, and only one demon who could help him do so. Vox knew, however, that he would never be able to ask directly, and would instead have to come up with a way of provoking the demon into attacking him, just as Alastor had before.

After thinking for a while, Vox came up with a plan. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best chance he had at getting these feelings to go away.

-

Alastor was in his room at the Hazbin Hotel, listening to jazz music on an old radio, when he heard a tapping sound coming from his window.

How curious, Alastor thought, knowing that only one demon had ever used the window as an entry point to his room.

Alastor made his way over to the window, his suspicions being confirmed when he spotted the television-headed Overlord hanging onto the window sill. He thought for a moment about simply leaving Vox there to dangle, before his curiosity got the better of him. Alastor clicked open the latches and slid the window up.

“My my, it appears I have a visitor.” Alastor said as Vox hoisted himself up and into the room through the window. Alastor was standing with his arms folded behind his back, microphone in hand, per usual.

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.” Vox said as he stood, brushing off his jacket. “I only came here because I have a problem, and I believe that you can help.”

Alastor tilted his head to the side.

“You came looking for my assistance?” Alastor said, letting out a small chuckle. “You must be pretty desperate if you came to me of all people, thinking that there was a chance I’d be willing to help.”

Vox felt his head start to heat up. Alastor wasn’t wrong. Vox was taking a gamble going to him, but he felt that his recent experiences with his rival proved that Alastor knew how to handle his current issue, and that he would be more than willing to assist.

Vox tried to keep up a confident front. He didn’t want Alastor to catch on just yet.

“Oh, it’s nothing like that. You just happen to be the perfect demon for what I require.” Vox remarked with a smirk.

“Is that so?” Alastor questioned. “And, why exactly might that be?”

Suddenly, Vox shot his hands under Alastor’s coat and began scribbling his claws all over Alastor’s stomach.

Alastor was taken by surprise. He bent slightly forwards as he began giggling madly, not having the time or warning necessary to prevent the sounds from erupting out of his mouth.

“Because you’re so darn ticklish!” Vox responded with a grin, keeping up his onslaught.

Alastor struggled for a moment to untangle his arms behind his back, before bringing them to his front and grabbing onto one of Vox’s wrists with his free hand.

“Vohohohox! Whahahat are youhou dohohoing?” Alastor giggled out.

“I’m just testing out my old radio.” Vox commented nonchalantly. “I think something’s wrong with the volume, though. It should be much louder. Don’t worry! I know just how to fix it!”

Vox then took advantage of Alastor’s death-grip on his microphone, removing his hands from Alastor to take hold of the artifact, raise it into the air, spin it (and Alastor) around, and sharply yank it back towards himself, causing the Radio Demon to fall backwards onto Vox’s chest. 

Vox kept a firm hold on the raised object with his right hand, raking the nails of his left up and down Alastor’s right side.

“This should do the trick!” Vox remarked, a mischievous grin appearing on his face.

Alastor, unwilling to let go of his microphone, was forced to simply endure the attack, gripping Vox’s wrist with his free hand but unable to protect his side. His giggles turned to full-fledged laughter.

“VOHOHOHOX! STOHOHOP THIHIHIHIS IMMEHEHEHEDIATELY!” Alastor managed to say.

“But I thought you enjoyed getting my undivided attention! Isn’t smiling also like… your whole gimmick? I’m just helping you out! Giving you a reason to smile!”

Vox heard the amount of radio static coming from Alastor increase, just before he felt something wrap around his ankles.

The black tendrils secured themselves around Vox before hoisting him into the air, leaving the demon dangling upside-down.

The shock of the event caused Vox to lose his grip on Alastor’s microphone. Alastor collapsed onto the ground, remaining there for a few moments and regaining his breath, before standing to face Vox.

“The tides sure turned quickly, didn’t they, old pal~?” Alastor purred before placing his hands atop Vox’s ribs.

Vox’s heart rate increased. His plan of wrecking Alastor in an effort to get him to retaliate had worked. This is what he had been hoping for. Although, Vox did have to admit, he did enjoy tickling the stuffing out of the guy.

Alastor, with one hand, began lightly tracing his fingers back and forth across Vox’s ribs, moving slowly. With his other hand, Alastor dug his fingers roughly into the spaces between Vox’s ribs, moving quickly.

The duality of the feelings nearly caused Vox’s systems to crash within an instant. 

He began laughing madly, unable to escape Alastor’s hands no matter which way he attempted to lean his dangling body.

“NOHOHO! AHAL-AHAHAHAHA! IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA-HAHAHAHA!” Vox attempted to speak, but found that he was barely able to form words.

“Didn’t quite catch that last part, friend!” Alastor said as his devilish grin grew. “Come on, tell me what you said! Don’t leave me hanging!”

Alastor mock-laughed at his own joke, as Vox’s voice began to glitch out.

“Whoops, don’t want to break the T.V. just yet~” Alastor sang out. Without removing his hands, Alastor switched techniques. The hand that was tracing began roughly digging, and vice versa.

A few small sparks of electricity flew from Vox’s head. He stopped attempting to threaten Alastor, as the intense feelings at his ribs clouded his mind. He simply continued to laugh hysterically until Alastor slowed his hands to a stop.

When Vox was once again able to focus his vision, he was met with the Radio Demon’s upside-down grin, stretched out very far. Alastor was clearly enjoying himself.

“It’s a shame I enjoy making people laugh so much. I may just have to keep you here forever, as my little captive audience~” Alastor cooed as he began lightly tracing a single finger around Vox’s stomach.

The light, teasy feeling was driving Vox insane. He had just been tickled to near insanity, but the current, faint sensation, coupled with Alastor’s infernal teasing, seemed to be just as effective in destroying the Overlord.

The buzz of television static began to fill the room as Vox was steadily giggling, trying to catch his breath a bit. Suddenly, the sound of the static gave Vox an idea.

With his arms free, Vox managed to swing himself within arm’s reach of Alastor, grabbing hold of his legs and thrusting them to the side. Alastor fell to the ground, catching himself on his hands. Vox then grabbed hold of Alastor’s ears, pressed them firmly up against his screen, and vibrated his head as violently as he could.

The sensation was completely foreign to Alastor. He didn’t have a cell phone, so he had never experienced the feeling of such a device vibrating against his body. Needless to say, the new sensation had an impact on Alastor.

“RAAAH-” Alastor yelped out in surprise, his radio filter disappearing completely, never before having experienced the sensation currently running through his ears.

The yelp was quickly replaced with laughter, however, as the vibrations from Vox’s screen seemed to reach each and every nerve in Alastor’s ears, lighting them up.

-

Charlie was walking down one of the hotel’s hallways when she heard it. She wasn’t entirely sure, but she thought that she had just heard a scream come from one of the rooms. Curious, and a bit fearful, she walked towards the rows of doors, listening for another noise.

She was met with the sound of a loud crash, followed by what sounded like a scuffle. Beginning to slightly panic, she hurried down the hall, trying to figure out which room the sounds were coming from.

-

Alastor was so overwhelmed by the attack on his ears that the tendrils holding Vox retreated, dropping him onto the floor with an audible thud. Vox stopped vibrating and released Alastor’s ears, slightly dazed after falling.

Alastor, face flushed, regained his composure and turned to Vox.

“Why, you little-” Alastor started as he grabbed Vox’s thighs, squeezing them tightly just as Vox had gotten his bearings.

“Dohohon’t yohohou dahahare!” Vox giggled out as he batted at Alastor’s hands.

-

As Charlie moved closer to the source of the sounds, she heard someone speak.

“Ihihi’m gonna kihihill yohohou!”

She recognized the voice. It was Vox, member of the Three Vees and long-time rival of Alastor.

She suddenly realized that Alastor’s room was just down the hall, and that it must be the source of the noises.

She gasped.

Vox and Alastor must be fighting! A battle between those two could destroy the entire hotel!

Charlie went into full panic mode, and ran to Alastor’s room.

She braced herself before opening the door and bursting into the room.

“Alastor!” She cried out.

Charlie was greeted with the sight of Vox on the ground, laying on his back, with Alastor perched on top of him. Alastor was grazing his fingertips over Vox’s antennae, causing Vox to giggle uncontrollably, while trying to push away Alastor’s hands. Vox’s hat was discarded off to the side of the Overlords’ current position, and Alastor’s hair was a disheveled mess.

The two Overlords turned and looked at Charlie, Alastor removing his hands from Vox’s antennae.

Charlie blinked.

“Are… are you alright?” She asked.

“Never better, dear!” Alastor responded as Vox simply laid there, catching his breath.

“You’re not… fighting?” Charlie questioned further.

“Well, I wouldn’t quite say that.” Alastor responded again, as Vox started blushing, turning his gaze away from Charlie.

Charlie stood there for another moment before the pieces clicked into place.

“Oh. My. Gosh! Were you two having a tickle fight?! That’s adorable!” Charlie chimed, her usual bright and happy demeanor returning.

“We were not!” Vox frantically yelled out. “He was just… torturing me! I couldn’t get away, but I managed to turn the tables on him! Unfortunately, he turned them back, and here we are now.”

“Okay…” Charlie started, facing Vox, “but can’t you turn into electricity, Vox? Why didn’t you just escape that way?” She turned to Alastor. “And, Alastor, can’t you disappear into the shadows at any time? Why didn’t you just escape?”

The two Overlords shared a look, before turning their heads away from each other, blushing deeply.

Charlie continued.

“Oh my! You must enjoy having these fights! That is literally the cutest thing I have ever heard!”

Alastor and Vox both refused to look at Charlie, waiting for her to leave, until she said something that caught their attention.

“I have to tell the others about this! It’s too cute not to share!”

Charlie turned to the door, about to head out, when a black tendril appeared, swiftly shutting the door and blocking Charlie from accessing it.

“I don’t think that you will be doing any such thing, my dear.” Alastor said.

Charlie turned around and saw that both Alastor and Vox were standing, and heading in her direction.

“You see, Princess,” Vox said as he and Alastor approached Charlie, Alastor grasping her wrists and holding her in place, “my reputation is very important to me. I can’t have demons hearing certain… details, that may alter their opinions towards me.”

Vox began slowly dragging his claws up and down the length of Charlie’s sides, causing her to start giggling.

“W-wait! G-guys!” She giggled out.

“I would also prefer that certain things not be known by the general public.” Alastor said from behind Charlie.

More black tendrils appeared, wiggling up against Charlie’s stomach. Vox switched from dragging to spidering up and down Charlie’s sides. She began laughing.

“OHOHOKAY! OHOHOKAY! I WOHOHON’T TELL! PLEHEHEASE! EHEHEHE!

“Are you sure~?” Alastor purred.

“You reeeeally promise?” Vox questioned in a teasing way.

“YEHEHES! YEHEHEHES! PLEHEHE-AHAHAHA!” Charlie pleaded as her laughter increased in pitch, one of the tendrils having found its way under her shirt and into her belly button.

Vox backed off, and the tendrils retracted, Alastor releasing Charlie’s wrists. She curled into herself, keeping her arms close to her body.

“I’ll leave you to it, then!” Charlie said, smiling.

She waved farewell and hurried out of the room.

I may not be able to share it, but this information will definitely come in handy later, Charlie thought to herself.

-

“I’m not risking anyone else seeing this.” Vox said, picking up his hat as he made his way over to the window. “I’m out of here.”

“Until next time, old pal!” Alastor called out as Vox climbed out the window and down the side of the hotel.

Alastor shut and locked the window before returning to one of his arm chairs.

Alastor was glad that he had chosen Vox to help with his predicament a week ago. That decision had provided him with plenty of entertainment since then.

-

Vox returned to the V Tower, Velvette and Valentino nowhere to be found. He went to his surveillance room and sat down in his chair

At long last, the strange feelings that arose after his encounter with Alastor were gone, and he could get back to his work.

One last thought crossed Vox’s mind before he started monitoring the footage from his cameras.

I should visit Alastor more often.

-

[ritamariealan]

That is not the one I was expecting to have a pinky up

[nouverx]

Day 3 and Day 4 of Radiostatic week!

Dancing and Drinking in a bar! Damn they seem to be going along so well, surely everything will turn out fine right?

:)

[vii-doodles]

Vox Switch Week Top Day 3: Biting/marking

While drawing this I had to think of Lykromancer's beautifully fucked up fic serie "mistakes were made". Highly recommend it.

[lxkeee]

I KID YOU NOT, THE MOMENT THEY REVEALED HIS PERSONALITY I JUST FELL INLOVE ON THE SPOT.

[cupidsncheerios]

you couldnt kill me if you tried. more textposts

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

[slimeylee]

Al or Husk with 10.

10. Can you say the t-word? - Husk & Alastor

for husk i imagine he can say the t word as a ler or neutral but not when hes in a lee mood . but any other time he can say it :3 in a lee mood tho he gets hella flustered and denies the fact so he kinda just deals with it cuz theres no way in hell he would ever ask to be tickled out loud

for alastor though i think he could say the t word anytime anyday . and he definitely uses idioms and phrases with the word in them ( mostly cuz thats just his vocabulary but i think he'd also use it to tease )

[onesidedradiostatic]

I fucking hate this guy

(source)

[soul-rillo]

Tender kisses from my human radiostatic fic Safe with Me.

[ennvisin]

Half the fan base wanting to call Vox daddy is so funny to me like…

You want THIS WET PATHETIC MAN to be your daddy dom???? LOOK AT HIM. HE LOOKS LIKE HE WHIMPERS IN BED.

[chaoticace2005]

Reasons the Mothman should die, collectively written by the residents of the Hazbin Hotel:

Coding for Characters: Vaggie, Charlie, Pentious, Alastor, Niffty, Husk, pretty much everyone

TW: References to abuse

He’s holding back Angel’s progress. (Vaggie, is killing really necessary?) (I am concerned about going after a Vee)

I’m hungry (ALASTOR!)

Ms. Angel gets nervous when on the phone with him.

His coat is tacky.

He’s a bug! And bugs must be DESTROYED!

So Angel stops feeling like he has to be so damn fake. This is getting on my fucking nerves.

HE LICKED CHARLIE!!! (Vaggie, wait it’s okay.)

Color scheme sucks. Purple AND red?!

He makes Angel sad, NOBODY should make Angel sad.

Those obnoxious glasses just make him look stupid.

He’s a manipulative, abusive prick.

ANGEL DIDN'T KNOW BOUNDARIES WERE A THING?!?!?!?!?!? (Honestly that explains a lot.)

NOBODY deserves to be in an abusive relationship.

Too many arms. Nobody needs that many. (...Angel has that many?) (Well maybe he shouldn't.)

Ms. Angel keeps coming home all messy!!

He’s ruining hearts for everyone. Me and Angel already have enough. At least those are on our bodies, what’s his excuse?

Hearts should not even be ASSOCIATED with Valentino, THIS IS NOT LOVE.

I can do without all the sexual depravity. While I am in Hell this is NOT one of the reasons.

If I have to hear that ringtone one more damn time-

The Eggies found some of his films. They should never be exposed to such horrors. Now I have to explain what “a sex” is.

Makes picture shows that are a disgrace to the idea of “entertainment.”

He’s making a bad name for Uncle Ozzie. This is NOT “lust.”

So we don’t have to listen to another one of Angel’s pornos. (Agreed, it’s quite horrifying!!)

So Ms. Angel isn’t tired when she gets home and can save the kinky stuff for then :) (Niff, really?)

So the kid stops coming home with bruises and cuts that I fix up at 3 am. (Husk, what the fuck?)

Because what the FUCK Valentino?

He keeps forcing Angel to do drugs. (HE WHAT?! Like crack??) (That but also I’m pretty sure whatever comes out of him is an aphrodisiac.)

I want to use his antenna as a backscratcher

Has that whole red color thing going on. Only I am allowed to wear red :) (Al, your text isn’t even red.) (My what?)

What is up with his red spit and smoke? Seriously disgusting.

The red stuff from him may be what allows Velvette to create her “Love Potions” which funds Vax’s stupid endeavors (Do you mean Vox?) (Who?)

FOR MY COLLECTION :D (…yeah okay.)

Really is making a bad name for Overlords. And not in the fun way.

Angel’s shown trauma signs of abuse in our meetings. Im pretty sure it’s Valentino.

Make a doll out of his fur so I have a main villain for roach puppet shows!!!

His only purpose is to keep Veks occupied but considering Vixen’s inane attempts to catch my attention it isn’t working.

So Angel can have his soul and he and Husk can run off into the sunset together like in a fanfiction!!! (Ah, yes that would be nice.) (WE WHAT?!) (Oh Husker, denial doesn’t suit you.)

So Angel can get a good boyfriend THAT’S NOT ME to stop these bullshit allegations.

So Angel can admit his feelings to Husker because our cat surely isn’t going to be the first to do it. (ALASTOR I SWEAR TO GOD!)

Who knows how many other people he’s abusing.

Seems to give Vicks confidence. He has enough of that as is. It much more fun to destroy him.

He makes Angel sad which makes Cherri sad!

HE HIT ANGEL!!!

Called my dear Rosie an "old hag" NOBODY CALLS ROSIE AN OLD HAG.

Angel is a good friend and deserves so much better.

I’ve forgotten what moths taste like.

He keeps trying to get Angel to move out :(

Told the kid he had to lose weight. What the actual FUCK. (Ill kill him.)

He’s annoying and looks quite stupid. How has this not been added yet?!

He’s making a bad name for Spanish speakers everywhere. (Yeah it’s embarrassing.) (Wait… what?)

He’s making a bad name for pansexuals everywhere.

He’s making a bad name for wing-holders everywhere. (HE HAS FUCKING WINGS?!) (Oh, yeah, I didn’t tell you?)

Too tall. This is ridiculous.

Won’t admit he’s blind so he’s become even more of a public safety hazard.

If I get one more transmission of him and Box commiting lascivious acts someone will be eaten. I don’t care who. What the purpose of these are I don’t know. Advertisement? (I think it’s to make you jealous boss.) (Ha! Jealous of what? Mediocre sex with a pathetic excuse for a businessman with a TV as a head?)

Because Angel deserves fucking better.

[snowyh2o]

I absolutely love how of the (two) Hazbin Hotel role swap AUs that featured Alastor as either supporting or starting the redemption project I’ve seen and liked, they both put him in glasses and gave him a pony tail. That is what I call peak character design right there.

[radioapple-heathen]

Sure, you could argue the merits of top!Luci or Al vs. bottom!Luci or Al until you're blue in the face.

Or. OR. You can join me in paradise, where they're switches, allowing you to enjoy ALL fics/art/content and the variations therein.

It's delightful. 🤩